Chapter 15

15

M ikos

I nuzzled the dark curls on her head with my nose and breathed her in, my hard cock pressed into her so there was no mistaking my arousal. "I wounded his pride, made his family look weak. That is what he cares about." Her full breast rested in my palm as if she had been made specifically to fit me. I ran my thumb over her hard nipple and took a deep breathe, pulled the heated call of her wet pussy into my lungs.

"So we should be figuring out how to get you out of here, so he doesn't kill you."

"You are not to worry about me. I am going to kill that fucker tomorrow. If I'd been smarter, I would have come back to Rogue 5 and lured him out into the open years ago."

If I'd done that, I never would have been running from those Elite Everian bounty hunters, never would have risked hiding in Hive controlled space, never would have been captured. Never would have met her. Perhaps I could have figured out a way to eliminate Drakdak Trach years ago. With my mate in my arms, I could not summon the smallest regret that I had not.

"But—"

I slipped my opposite hand inside the front of her pants and rubbed her clit with my fingertip as I squeezed her hard, pebbled nipple. The dark areola was there, under my hand, pointed and sensitive. I knew what it looked like, what it tasted like. I wanted it in my mouth. "Mate, I'm going to fuck you, because you're mine and I need you. I need to be inside your hot, wet pussy right now. I need to feel you."

I pushed one finger deep inside her wet heat and pressed my palm hard and flat against her sensitive bundle of nerves as I massaged and fondled her breasts.

"But you said… I'm not your mate."

"I lied." Lowering my lips to her neck, my balls squeezed into tight sacks of pain as the shocking flavor of my essence leaked from my fangs to flood my mouth. I slipped a second finger inside her hot core and dragged the tips of my fangs up and down her neck in a gentle tease. I could bite her now, a thousand times, and she'd feel nothing but pleasure. My essence would heal her, arouse her, enhance her fertility so my seed could take root. Thank fuck for the antidote. It worked. I could smell the difference in her skin, the blending of my essence with her cells in the old way, the way it was meant to be. I was inside her blood. Inside her cells. Inside her pussy. "You're mine. You're fucking mine, Breanna."

"But—"

I interrupted by sinking my fangs deep, fucking her with my fingers hard and fast. I knew her body, knew what she wanted, what would drive her wild. I didn't want to hear any denials. I didn't want to hear any irrelevant excuses about the Coalition Fleet or anyone back on Earth. I knew she had once loved a male there. I would make sure she never thought of him again.

I brought her to the brink of release before shoving her pants down, past her hips, to her knees. She reached up behind her and locked her arms around my head, sealing me to her neck as my essence streaked into her bloodstream.

Lifting her, I took three steps and settled her in front of me, facing the bed. Tearing my fangs from her sweet neck, I gave in to the monster inside me, the monster who was going to kill Drakdak tomorrow, and stopped pretending to be gentle. Nice. A good, honorable, worthy male.

I was none of those things. I was a brute and a destroyer, and I didn't care. That's what I needed to be, to keep her safe.

"Bend over."

She tensed, her shoulders going rigid for a moment. The thought that she might argue made my cock weep, the mating fist already expanding, ready to lock her body in place for a proper fucking, waiting to fill her with seed.

I placed a hand on her spine and pushed her over, gently, slowly. The animal inside me, the part that was far more like Prince Ruk than I cared to admit, hoped she would fight. Resist. Wanted the battle, the chase. This female threatened my sanity, my control. "You're mine. You're my mate. I will kill Drakdak tomorrow, and Commander Karter the day after, if that's what I have to do. No one will keep you from me."

"How? They put those huge cuffs on you. And there were so many of them."

I slapped her bottom and she yelped, then moaned. "Damn it, Mikos. I'm serious. I have two more years to serve in the Coalition. You can't just?—"

I smacked her perfect ass again, primitive satisfaction surging through me at the sight of her bottom jiggling, turning red. I wanted her on fire for me. Burning.

"I fucking can, and I will. You have no idea what I am willing to do to keep you." The scent of her wet pussy had completely filled the small cell, and I was drowning in it, in her. She didn't fight me as I bent her the rest of the way over. The dark heart of me wanted to howl in victory as my submissive mate bowed over the bed, ass presented for my pleasure, pussy wet and open and ready. "Say it, say you're mine." I slid two fingers up and down her slit, between her wet folds as I smacked her ass again. Again. A little sharper. I bit harder.

Her pussy wept, a flood of arousal coating my fingers every time my palm spanked her ass. "Say you're mine. Convince me."

She tilted her hips, tried to fuck my fingers. "I'm yours."

"Mate. Call me mate."

"Mate."

Hearing her say the word forged my desire for her into unbreakable will. She was mine. Nothing else mattered. Anyone who stood in my way would end up with my fist through their chest wall. I'd pull their still beating heart from their body whether they were a Silver Scion, a Coalition commander, or my own Forsian brothers.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes."

I rewarded her, shoved two fingers inside her wet core. She groaned and wiggled, wanting more. "That's not your cock."

Fingers stretching her open, I added a third and smacked her bottom again with the other hand for her sass. Gods, I fucking loved her sass. "Were you talking to me when you said yes?" I wiggled my fingers, stroked the inner walls of her pussy where I knew the sensitive nerve bundle hid just below the surface. "I didn't hear you ask for your mate."

"Mikos." My name sounded like a sexy as fuck, very feminine growl. My eager cock jumped. I'd never heard her use that tone, half begging, half aggravated.

I pulled my fingers nearly free. Pushed them deep. My fangs ached, essence dripping onto her lower back, marking her. I wanted to bathe her in it. Bite her ass. Her breast. Her thigh. Feast on her juicy pussy until she lost consciousness from too many orgasms.

I'd gone feral.

"I don't know how you're going to convince Karter to let me go. I just signed up for two more years of?—"

Using the three fingers I had inside her pussy, I lifted her until her heels came off the floor and her chest took the brunt of her weight where it pressed to the mattress.

"—deployment." She moaned, her arms bent at the elbows, her hands, next to her head, clawed at the bed.

"The Coalition doesn't own you anymore. I do."

If I had any doubts about what my mate might think of my words, it evaporated as her pussy soaked my fingers in a fresh flood of arousal so abundant the liquid ran down her thighs. A few drops fell to the floor.

Not allowed. That pussy juice was mine.

I knelt behind her, pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my mouth. I licked her thighs clean, buried my tongue deep inside her. Using my lips to form a seal around her pussy lips, I locked on so I could eat it all, suck it into my mouth and down my throat. Feast.

My pussy. My delicious fucking mate. Mine.

Her inner muscles spasmed, her loud moan like a jolt of electrical current straight to my cock as she came all over my mouth, my tongue, as her body gave me more to swallow, to devour.

I drank her down, consumed every drop. When her pussy settled, I stood, licked my lips, and slapped my palm against her ass cheek just to hear her gasp.

"Mikos."

"Breanna." I rubbed the soreness from the right side of her bottom even as my free hand came down with a sharp slap on the left.

"Ahh! Fuck me. Please. God. Just do it."

"There is no god here."

"Mate. Please." She sobbed, her body shaking as her defenses crumbled. She stopped hiding from me, gave me everything, surrendered her pride, her fears, her need for control. I'd fucked her angry, lustful, playful, exhausted, wary, and gentle. I'd never fucked her like this, both of our souls raw and bleeding. Exposed. "I need you."

The whispered admission broke me.

I shoved my pants out of the way, freed my cock and thrust deep. Pulled out. Filled her again. I couldn't stop, couldn't slow down. I was an animal, a creature of instinct.

I'd taken her from behind once on the ship, but not like this. Not when she knew she was mine, when she called me mate, when she sobbed, overcome with emotion, begging me to go faster, harder. Pleading with me to fuck her, as desperate for me as I was for her.

I fucked her hard and fast, using both hands to hold her hips in place so she couldn't move away, couldn't escape.

She came apart in my arms as the mating fist expanded, stretched her open, forced me to slow down. When I was close, I stopped moving and pushed deep, locking us together as we were meant to be.

She pushed her hips back, her body swallowing mine until her soft skin flattened against my abdomen and there was nowhere else for either of us to go.

"Bite me, mate. I want all of you."

I'd just injected her, but as if my body knew she was now our true master, the glands in my face and throat swelled and expanded in response to her demand. The need to sink my fangs into her flesh consumed me as my fangs filled with more . More power. More healing. More of me.

She was going to fucking kill me.

When I reached for her waist, she tried to help me pull her close, straightening her spine. The shift in position moved my cock inside her, rubbing the front wall of her pussy in the sweet spot I knew would drive her over the edge.

I held her in place with my arm beneath her breasts. Their tempting softness settled on top of my forearm, a weight I wanted to feel forever.

She tilted her head to the side, offered herself to me, gave me access to the elegant line of her neck.

Never had anything looked so fucking beautiful. I didn't deserve her. She was too good, too kind, too forgiving. Were I an honorable male, I would have been able to let her go, spare her the harsh realities of my life, my dark and unforgiving nature. I wouldn't be fucking an innocent female inside a prison cell. I wouldn't lose control as one word became a chant inside my mind, a fixation that consumed the wildness inside me. I could not think. Could not reason. Could not break my mate's absolute control over my body.

"Mine." The word was both a promise from my mind and a threat from the Hyperion parts of me that did not think. Those parts claimed, protected, fucked and killed without reason or remorse.

This was the side of us that, prior to the antidote, led to tragedies and suffering when the males of my lineage could no longer maintain control and did this.

My fangs sank deep.

Breanna's cries drove me to the brink of madness, her pussy milking me, gripping and squeezing my hard length as my essence pumped into her body. I rocked my hips and breathed her in. The sensitive nerves at the base of my fangs sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock and I exploded inside her, spurted my seed against the base of her womb, filled her up as we both hurtled over the edge.

I clung to her, sated. Lips on her skin, I lingered, fangs and cock still buried in her body where they belonged. I held her for long minutes as we waited for my mating fist to recede. Our heavy breathing filled the small cell. She collapsed in my arms, not even trying to hold herself up, nor protesting my claim, my bite, my arms around her. Instead of fighting me, resisting, trying to pull away, she melted, trusted me to hold her, keep her safe, care for her.

Tears filled my eyes, the burning swell of emotion so foreign, so fucking powerful, I didn't have time to resist. Searing pain stabbed the back of my eyes. My chest ached like an Atlan in full battle armor stomped on my ribs. Every sense was tuned to her, my focus so absolute that everything else ceased to register, to exist. There was only her. Her skin. Her taste. Her heat. Her racing pulse and ragged breathing. Her wet pussy still wrapped around my cock. I felt like an antenna programmed to receive a single frequency. Hers.

This was love. I loved this female. Would give her anything, sacrifice anything or anyone, to be with her. To keep her. I could not go back to the bleak existence I led before, the emptiness, always alone.

I'd rather die.

She was everything . The only thing. Perfect. Beautiful. Fierce. Fearless.

Mine.